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Jaspers!
The Jasper family moved in 2008, there are 5 children and one adult, a big family in a big house! This is a lovely family who are loving and kind! I am here to give the memory of Kirton End and wish luck for this family for the rest of their lives.
A Kirton Holme Boyhood .
I was born in a farmhouse called Bank House Farm on 20th Nov 1945. In 2 days I shall be 65. I was educated at Kirton Holme County Primary School. My teachers were Mrs Brown, Mrs Shawe, Mr R Tomblinson, and later headmaster Mr "Tommy" Hammond. Before my time, the headmaster was a Mr Barnfield, who was leader of the Home Guard, and I believe later went to Australia. I was number 5 of 6 children. My sisters were (are) Sylvia, Gwyneth, and Edna. My brothers are Bill and Dean. Boys I remember from scool were: David Brown, Brian Scarborough, Barry Williamson,Peter and Raymond Horry, Ken Twell, and the Kings; Brian, Peter, David, Edward. David Lunn and John Knight. Sorry if I missed anyone. Girls: Pamela Clay, Susan Henson, Daphny Pitts, Christine Cordley, the Halls, Mary, Margaret, Frances. Also Edward Hall, Elisabeth Quayle, and her sister whose name I forget. Michael Nunday and sister Beryl. Carol Twell. Again, sorry if I missed anyone. Tommy Hammond, the headmaster, was a very... Read more
Cattle Market
In our school holidays, I and one or two more used to go with cattle drovers, there were often a thousand Irish cattle arriving at the cattle dock on some Saturdays. The front of the herd would be at the Town Bridge as other cattle were still leaving the cattle dock. We would guard all the sidestreets and passageways. Cattle would be sold at the market, then were taken to various fields outside of town. One drover, Edger, had the foulest mouth you could imagine, another was one-armed Tom, it was rumoured he fell at Spalding Market, hit his head on the ground and it killed him. Tom Dixon was another drover all his working life, he was brought up in Jubilee Avenue. The roads and pavements were splattered with cow muck, you didn't want a poop scoop, a J C B would have been handy. .
Railway Horses
The railway horses were stabled on the Dock. One of the handlers was a man called White, who was the landlord of the Royal Oak pub in High Street. They would pull the wagons along the line where they were needed. It was strenuous work for the horses, I've seen them fall on their knees, straining to get the fully loaded wagons to start to roll; once they started to roll, the handler would quickly unhook the chain. They also worked on the Mussel Stage. When the cockles and mussels were unloaded off the boats onto the mussel stage, they were then loaded into the railway wagons. The horses then would pull them along the Mussel Stage, to a turntable on the stage, so they could turn the wagons to go across the road into the railway yard to be transported to various destinations. It was really hard work for the animals. It's a good job those days have passed.
Boston Blew Away Tottenham
Boston were on a roll in the 1955 F.A Cup. They beat Derby County 6-1 at Derby. In the next round we where drawn away to Tottenham Hotspur; great excitement filled the town. Special trains were laid on, to take the hundreds of supporters, most of us that used the Kings Head in Emery Lane put money in a kitty to buy some beer for the train journey. We marched down to the station like an army platoon, in a joyful mood, proudly displaying our rosettes. Cyril Burton, the landlord of the Kings Head, had borrowed a bugle off one of the fishermen who used his pub. Going through Welwyn Garden City it was a bit on the foggy side. We where told that Roy Scrupps from Wyberton had thrown a wreath on Peterboro Station as we passed through, Boston United were football rivals at that time. Soon as kick off started, Cyril Burton blew that bugle none stop, even at half time, he had large space to himself; as spectators moved away,... Read more
We Glowed
While in pursuit of wildfowl on Frampton Marsh In the winter of 1954-1955, a friend and I were out in a terrible snow storm, and it came real dark all at once, in fact it was jet black, just like in a dark cupboard. This was on the edge of the River Welland. Then all at once a ghostly figure stood by me, my friend was glowing like a luminous watch, and so was I. We stood laughing at each other, touching each other's clothing at this unusual phenomenon, within thirty seconds it had gone. I have never came across anybody who has seen it, but it is mostly seen on marshes. I think it a privilege to have seen it.
Coronation Pencil
I remember the Coronation in 1937; my mother and father took us to party in the hall on the corner of Station Street and Tower Street, all the tables was full of all kinds of food. We were given a pencil pen, it was white with a gold crown, you twisted the bottom to bring the the lead out - also a mug. After, we went onto the Station Pad field where the kids had sack races; father said to me "put your feet well into the corners so you can run".
